It's a magic I'll never know
Somehow I let it slip me by
In my youth I knew it was there
Even the yearning a part to be.

         Things were different, yet the same
         Needs of youth, in crowds and free
         To see, be seen, to touch, be touched
         And those of us who only watched.

              Never the nerve to join a crowd
              Now my time in history lays
              A time when touch was not so free
              A time when kids quiet must be.

                   It's not like that now, you know
                   Life, so open, like never before
                   Life's celebration from ancient times
                   Warps it way to present time.

                        They sat by the pool, again, last night
                        Playing quitar, singing songs
                        A beckoning wave of friendly hand
                        And still I sit and watch.

Let the music fly,
Let the words drift my way
Soothing words of imagined dreams
To break the grip of this bad scene.

     Still those of us who watch are here
     I saw myself from long ago
     Sitting, waiting, watching for signs
     Yearning a part to be in his eyes.

          They sang a song of circles unbroken
          In my heart, I willed that this one be
          That years from now
          He not see him, as I saw me.

               What is it that makes the magic work?
               Knights in cruising armor
               Maidens from balconies choose
               Howling wolves and crying foxies
               Are these the words to cast the spell?

                    One alone just don't make it
                    Two by two, three, and more
                    Inside names, familiar faces
                    Make this spell's echantation.

So I missed the magic attic,
Magic rides, magic caveran, magic harbor
And all the magic 'twixt and 'tween
Others did not, and that's the important magic.